Bob Wright
Hawkeye
My Sunday School teacher, also our church music director, went up to Indiana last week to visit his parents. His father, ninety years old, was a WW II veteran, served in Pattorn's Third Army in Europe. While visiting, the man told this story from WW II:
Their unit had liberated a town that had one of the Nazi death camps. Their commanding officer asked if any wanted to visit. My Sunday School teacher's father and one other man went to visit. As they reached the gate of the compound, a former inmate, just skin and bones, asked for a cigarette. They gave him one, and entered the compound. There they saw the bodies stacked waiting for cremation, and the ovens. Sickened, they left pretty soon. As they left through the gate, the man was still there. Only now he was dead. He a died while they were in the camp.
Bob Wright
Their unit had liberated a town that had one of the Nazi death camps. Their commanding officer asked if any wanted to visit. My Sunday School teacher's father and one other man went to visit. As they reached the gate of the compound, a former inmate, just skin and bones, asked for a cigarette. They gave him one, and entered the compound. There they saw the bodies stacked waiting for cremation, and the ovens. Sickened, they left pretty soon. As they left through the gate, the man was still there. Only now he was dead. He a died while they were in the camp.
Bob Wright